Like a Dream

“Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world. And whether they came home again or not, they would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life.”
~ Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds

                 Air travel is quite an amazing thing. You sit down and hours later you are in a completely different environment and among a completely different group of people. One moment I was in Uganda and 24 hours later, I was in cold Colorado without the people and life I had become accustomed to. My brain feels like it is in slow motion. You know? Like in the movies when there is a high speed chase and some very ambitious guy jumps over the space between one building and the next. That is how my brain feels. It even feels like that to this day, over a month later. Similar to a dream with sights and sounds swirling around my head before I can completely comprehend what is happening. Was I really living in that different country for a year? Did all of those “dreams” really happen?
                My last months in Uganda were great, hard, challenging, exhausting, lovely, exciting, and all of the emotions you’ve heard from me in the past. The reality is since June 2014, I have not updated you on my life or what God was doing in my life. That is not helpful for me who needed prayer and it is not helpful to everyone supporting me with prayer, thoughts, or with finances. I owe everyone stories of God’s great provision from June to December 2014. Some funny and awe-inspiring tales will be intertwined as well because, let’s face it, living in a country far, far away for one year as a single, white lady generates unexpected twists and turns.
                The point is, I am deeply sorry for not doing my part and sharing my life with you during the last part of my year in Uganda. I discovered that it is more difficult than expected trying to think about two completely different worlds at once. My Kampala life complete over took me. I don’t think that is a bad thing, but I wish I could have taken time to inform all of you what God was doing in my heart and mind. He is worthy to be known and His deeds should be proclaimed. I am unharmed and here because of the Lord.
                I’ll stop with the confession there. I am anxious to share what the Lord has done. Hopefully, I’ll be able to write many stories in the near future for you to read.
              
                                                  As of now, I am still dealing with “the dream”.

My family created "me" to hang out with them while my real self was in Uganda. I cannot explain their actions, so don't ask me.